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Just after Pique scored a goal, the mustachioed man made up for it quickly.

In this way, the whites instantly took the advantage, with two balls in hand.

Before Ouyang Qingfeng and the others could react, they heard the words of the young man outside the arena and immediately turned their heads to look.

The man combed his big shiny back hair, put his hands in his pockets and looked at Ouyang Qingfeng with a smile.

When Ouyang Qingfeng saw him, he was a little surprised, and the corners of his mouth raised.

"Long time no see!" Ouyang Qingfeng laughed, he didn't say it, he just remembered him, and he really met him in less than a while.

"Long time no see, old friend!"

"Wang Jie, why did you come to the United States?" Ouyang Qingfeng was curious at first and asked.

"My dad asked me to come, you think I want to come!" Wang Jie looked disgusted, "What did you say let me go directly to the university in the United States to further my studies, and then go back to manage the company after graduation." ”

"Uh......" Ouyang Qingfeng pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "So, you are at Los Angeles University?"

"Yes!" Wang Jie nodded, "Unfortunately, the university is in this town, but in the corner of the north. ”

"Why are you ...... here?"

"This ...... That's a long story, I'll tell you when I have time!" Ouyang Qingfeng didn't know how to explain for a while, this matter was too complicated.

"Okay. ”

"Hey, hey, hey...... Kick the ball, kick it or not, get out of here!Damn the blacks, don't show up on this field again!" Jack said impatiently.

Hearing this, Wang Jie's face was a little bad.

"What the hell are you beeping?" Wang Jie's English is still very slippery, and when he heard Jack's words, he pointed at Jack very unhappily and scolded, "Who the hell are you, what are you talking about, are black people not allowed to play football? Is the stadium your home, or is Los Angeles your home?"

"Fake, who are you? Fuck off!" Jack didn't have a good temper either, and cursed directly.

"I'm your grandfather!" Wang Jie responded unhappily, "It's amazing to play football, a group of scum is still blindly comparing balls." ”

"What?" Jack smiled after hearing Wang Jie's words.

Peake laughed too.

The mustachioed man also laughed, "Scum, hahaha...... You're talking about the people around you, scum!"

Wang Jie was puzzled and looked at Ouyang Qingfeng, "What's the matter?"

"It's not a secret, this group of white people is so annoying, they want to get rid of these black people, and I want to help them, but I can't do it, these guys are too vegetable, they don't trust me, they won't give me the ball and cooperate at all, I can beat the seven of them alone, it's impossible!" Ouyang Qingfeng said helplessly, "Before you came, we had already lost two goals!"

"What?" Wang Jie seemed to understand a little when he heard it, "It's okay, I just lost two goals! With me joining, you still have a chance!"

"Hmm!

"By the way, how many balls do you kick?"

"Three!" Ouyang Qingfeng replied honestly.

"Damn, there is still a chance for a goal?" Wang Jie wanted to cry without tears, "This ball...... It's too hard, isn't it?"

Indeed, in the face of a group of people who are not very good at football, Wang Jie really feels that it is very difficult, and it is very difficult to change his name.

"How are they, what is their strength?" Wang Jie asked quietly.

"Well, four club players, two of them seem to be from the U.S. national team. ”

"Ouyang Qingfeng, you shit!" Wang Jie almost vomited blood.

"Don't worry...... You're not saying they're just a bunch of scum, they're afraid of a ball!" Ouyang Qingfeng mocked.

"I'll just tell you...... Just talk. ”

"Hehe......"

Subsequently, Ouyang Qingfeng and Frankie introduced Wang Jie and asked him to join the competition.

Frankie didn't say yes at first, he had already lost two goals, and he added a yarn...... But soon, after Wang Jie showed off a precise shot, Frankie hesitated.

"If I join, you still have a chance to win, if I don't join, you can say goodbye to this green!" Wang Jie smiled and said very domineeringly.

"Then ......" Frankie hesitated.

"Wait. Suddenly, a boy who came with Wang Jie didn't speak, and suddenly he called out to Frankie.

"How?"

"Even though we have different skin colors and our opponents are from the same country as me, I don't like racial discrimination. Let me help you too!" the man grinned.

"Tom, are you sure?" Wang Jie looked at the American guy in surprise.

"Sure!" Tom nodded, then said to Frankie, "Your goalkeeper is too bad to stop the opponent's shot, please replace him, I'm willing to help you defend the last ball!"

"This ......"

Frankie was very passive.

These people are kind enough to help themselves, but they really don't dare to leave their fate in the hands of these people.

What if this American also discriminates against blacks and deliberately misses the ball?

Even if they weren't undercover, how could they shake the other party's tall American professional players with these two Oriental boys?

Frankie hesitated.

Pique didn't worry about anything, listened to them, and smiled.

"Whatever you change, it's the last ball anyway, I hope you can decide quickly, and I'll rush home after the last ball!"

"yes, I still have to go home and do my homework, can Frankie hurry!" Jack urged.

Frankie turned to look at his friends, seeking their advice.

They were repulsive at first!

But he was shocked by Ouyang Qingfeng's wordless aura.

When they all quieted down, Ouyang Qingfeng slowly spoke, "You like to play football, that's why we chose to help you, if you feel that you have the strength to fight against Pique, then good, let's quit and never interfere! If you feel that you don't have that strength, but you want to continue to play here, then believe us!"

A lot of people are quiet and don't speak.

Soon, Frankie raised his hand, "I believe in you!"

"I believe it too!"

"And me, I believe it too!"

As soon as Frankie spoke, Laco and Momothy came to their aid.

"I believe it too!"

......

"Good!" Frankie smiled, looking at his fellows who were willing to believe the unfamiliar ones, "then...... Just replace them!"

Momothy was replaced, as was the goalkeeper.

Frankie was deployed in the middle of the field, and it was a pity that his body and reflexes were not used as a defender.

The other two were also deployed at the back to guard against the last ball.

There is Wang Jie alone in the midfield, and Ouyang Qingfeng in the front, and the two are enough.

They didn't know any tactics, but this was too simple for Ouyang Qingfeng, just a simple defensive counterattack formation.

When Pique saw their tactical formation, his face was slightly surprised, "Defensive counterattack......? So you don't even have a chance to fight back!"

"Pique, last ball, finish them early!"

"I know, don't make a noise!" Peake glanced impatiently at his brother Jack.

Tom serves.

"King, catch!"

As soon as Wang Jie's midfielder heard Tom's words, he immediately waved his hand and signaled his position, and at this time, Adamix had already come to Wang Jie's side. Tom's ball also reached the top of Wang Jie's head, facing the huge Ademix, Wang Jie did not stop the ball but turned around, leaned behind Ademix, and then suddenly pushed him forward, and then the ball fell and stopped firmly in Wang Jie's feet.

Ademices didn't expect that his strong defensive strength of the guard would be deceived by such a little trick, which really shouldn't be.

Wang Jie didn't stop, took a quick scan, then locked on to Ouyang Qingfeng and started directly. With a strong sense of the ball and accurate passing footwork, Wang Jie once again used the "Meteor Chasing the Moon!"

"It's coming!"

This trick became famous and in the third year of high school, the two cooperated to build a myth in the football world of City A at that time. After not seeing each other for a long time, Ouyang Qingfeng suddenly felt a familiar and strong sense of intimacy.

"Ape King Cannon!"